Page 1 of Our Shattered Pieces
Part
I
Prologue
The nightmare is like it always is. Unrelenting.
The memory is like it always is. Shameful.
The reality is like it always is. Inescapable.
The rationale is like it always is. Intangible.
And the experience of it all is like it always is. Detrimental.
But trying to make sense of it all was futile. Trying to understand how all this could be was pointless because I wasn’t sure there was even a reason for it.
I mean, was there?
Was there some scientific reason why we were drawn to such different lures. What made one person like the color blue, but someone else like the color red? What made someone love sports, while another person loved the arts? What made someone attracted to blondes, but another person attracted to brunettes?
Why did we like what we liked?
And why were we ashamed of some of the things we liked?
Who determines that our wants are shameful? If no one is hurt, and it isn’t illegal, why aren’t certain things acceptable?
Judgement was everywhere, and how lucky are we to find that one person who won’t judge us? Does that person even exist? Because even immoral people will judge other immoral people.
A rich businessman might snort cocaine while he’s at a convention in Las Vegas, but because he holds down a job and showers every day, he’ll dare to look down at a homeless drug addict as if they’re not both engaging in the same sin.
Is a man who cheats on his wife with his girlfriend any better than a man who cheats on his wife with anybody who is willing? I bet the wife doesn’t think so.
With every thrust into my body, I was wondering how it’s come down to this. I knew why things had to be this way. I knew this is what was expected. I knew this was the right and acceptable thing to do.
I knew it.
With my arms wrapped around his shoulders, I moaned out his name. I whimpered and cried out at all the right times. I begged for more and agreed that he was the best I’ve ever had.
Our bodies were intertwined in a dance as old as time, and while he was doing his best, he had no idea what he was dealing with. There was a disconnect that I wasn’t even sure I could explain. There was this…thing missing.
But why was it so hard to say something? Why couldn’t I tell him the truth? After all, he’s the one who opened my eyes. He’s the one who introduced me to a world I hadn’t even known I wanted to be a part of. He’s the one who made it okay.
He’d been encouraging.
Knowing I wasn’t going to get any release, I did what I’ve been doing. I purposefully clenched myself around him, pretending to climax, yelling out his name, making him and his fragile male ego believe that he was what brought me to ecstasy, but it was a lie.
It was all a lie.
It hadn’t always been.
But it was now.
Chapter 1
Molly~
“Andre Morrison’s party is supposed to be the party of the year.”
